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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.