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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.