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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.