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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.