Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.