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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.