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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Brick,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.