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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.