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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.