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 Namibia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.