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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Danielle Patucci 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.