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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.