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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Pole,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.