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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.