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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
John Holt,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.