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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.