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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.