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 Seychelles 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.