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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.