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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Jandek to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.