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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.