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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Buckinghams,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.