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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.