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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.