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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Hashim,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.