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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Skriet,
MC5,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.