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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
June of 44,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.