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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.