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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
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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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
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The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
AZ,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.