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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.