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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.