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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.