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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.