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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.