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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.