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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.