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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
ABC,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.