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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Wire to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
10cc,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.