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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.