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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Hashim,
The Names,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.