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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio 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 punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
ABC,
Pole,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.