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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.