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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Wings,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.