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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.