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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
ABC,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.