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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.