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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.