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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.