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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.