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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.