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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.