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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.