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 Burundi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Niagra,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.