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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.