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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.