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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.