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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.