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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.