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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Erasure,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.