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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.