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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.