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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 United States of America to the grunge 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.