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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.