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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Mars to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.