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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.