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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.