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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.