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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.