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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Ituana,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.