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 Andorra 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.