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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Index,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Ituana,
cv313,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.