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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.