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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.