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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.