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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.