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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Japan,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.