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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.