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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Wire,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Television,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.