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 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Faust,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
X-101,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.