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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.