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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.