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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.