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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.