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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.