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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.