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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.