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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.