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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Little Man to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.