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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Crime,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.