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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Television to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.