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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.