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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.