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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.