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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.