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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.