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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.