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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.