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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.