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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.