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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Sonics to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Organ,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.