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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
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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.