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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
the Germs,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Ronan,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.