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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
UT,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.