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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonic Youth 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.