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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.