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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.