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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.