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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.