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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Skriet,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.