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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.