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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.