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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Fear,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.