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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.