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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.