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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Magma to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.