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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Faust,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.