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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.