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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
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,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.