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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Ronan,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.