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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.