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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.