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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
June of 44,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.