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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Motions,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.