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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.