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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.