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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.