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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.