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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.