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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.