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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Crime,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.