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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.