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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.