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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Crime to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.