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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
The Residents,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.