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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
PIL,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.