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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.