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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.