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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.