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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.