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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
The Cure,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.