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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.