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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Slits,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Wire,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.