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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Suicide,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.