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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.