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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
MC5,
The Litter,
Organ,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.