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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.