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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.