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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.