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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.