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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.