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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.