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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.