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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.