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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.