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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
MDC,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.