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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.