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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Grauzone,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.