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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.