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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
X-101,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Can,
June Days,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.