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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sonics 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.