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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.