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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.