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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.