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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
the Germs,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.