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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.