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 Georgia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
John Cale,
Faust,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.