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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.