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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.