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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.