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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.