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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
a-ha,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.