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 Oman 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.