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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Aswad to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.