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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.