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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.