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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.