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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.