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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Organ,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.