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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Index,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.