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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.