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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.