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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.