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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.