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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Little Man,
X-101,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.