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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.