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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.