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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Brick,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.