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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
AZ,
The Victims,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.