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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
The Monks,
MDC,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.