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 Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.