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 Suriname 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Symarip,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.