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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.