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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
The Move,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.