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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.