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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.