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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.