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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.