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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.