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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.