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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Rekid,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.