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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.