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 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Magma,
CMW,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.