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 Russia and from Lille.
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 Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.