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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 snare 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 the Association to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Smog,
X-101,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.