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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.