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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.