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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.