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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Index,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.