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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.