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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.