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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.