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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.