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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
the Human League,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.