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 Tanzania 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
The Move,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.