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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Visage,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.