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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Scion,
UT,
The Cure,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.