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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.