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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.