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 Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.