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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.