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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
DNA,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.