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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.