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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.