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 Norway 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.