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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Index,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.