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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.