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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.