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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Q65,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.