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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
DNA,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.