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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.