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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.