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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.