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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.