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 Libya 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.