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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Rakim,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.