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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.