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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.