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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.