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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.