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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.