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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.