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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.