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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.