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 Brunei 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.