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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.