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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.