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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fatback Band 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.