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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s 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 Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.