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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.