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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.