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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.