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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Rekid,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.