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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.