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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.