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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.