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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.