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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.