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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.