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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.