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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Fear,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.