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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.