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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
JFA,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.