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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.