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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Nas,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
The Gories,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.