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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.