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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.