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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Jawbox to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.