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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.