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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.