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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.