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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.