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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.