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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
David Bowie,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.