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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.