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 Ivory Coast 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.