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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.