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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.