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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Skaos,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
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.