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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Spokane.
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 808 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.