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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.