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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
June Days,
Magazine,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.