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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.