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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Smog,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.