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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.