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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.