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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.