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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Chrome,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.