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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.