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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.