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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.