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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.