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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.