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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Gong,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.