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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
PIL,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Ituana,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.