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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.