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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.