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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.