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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.