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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.