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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.