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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Normal to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.