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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.