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 Benin 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.