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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.