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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.