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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish 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 Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.