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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.