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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Gong,
The Wake,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.