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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
The Toasters,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.