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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.