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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.