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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ludus 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Swans,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.