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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Excepter,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Television,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.