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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 LL Cool J 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.