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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.