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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.