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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.