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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Index,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.