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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.