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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.