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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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.