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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.