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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
MC5,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.