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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 United States of America,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.