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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.