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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Visage,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.