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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Standells,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.