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 Austria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.