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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Monolake,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.