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 Australia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 June Days to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Index,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.