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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
ABC,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.