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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.