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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.