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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.