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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.