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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.