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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the dance 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.