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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.