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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.