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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.