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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Franke,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.