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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.