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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.