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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.