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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
June Days,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.