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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.