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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.