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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.