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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.