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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.