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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moon. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.