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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.