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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.