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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.