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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.