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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Audionom,
Index,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.