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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.