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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.