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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Television,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.