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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.