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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Nas,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.