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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.