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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.