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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.