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 Fiji and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.