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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.