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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.