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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.