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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
ABC,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.