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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Outsiders 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Monks,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
UT,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.