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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.