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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.