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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.