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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.