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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Can,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.