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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.