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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.