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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.