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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.