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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.