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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.