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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Glenn Branca to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.