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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.