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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.