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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.