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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
AZ,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.