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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.