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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.