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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.