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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Unwound,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.