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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mumbai and Seoul.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.