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 China 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
This Heat,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.