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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Can,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.