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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.