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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fire Engines 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.