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 Djibouti 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.