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 Iraq and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.