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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
AZ,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.