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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Thee Headcoats 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.