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 Japan 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.