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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Can,
The Names,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.