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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Birthday Party to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.