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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.