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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
UT,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.