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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Roxette,
UT,
the Normal,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.