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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.