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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gladiators to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.