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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.