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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Wire,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.