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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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?
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.