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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.