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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
JFA,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.