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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.