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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Japan,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.