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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.