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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.