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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pus to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Slave,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.