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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.