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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.