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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
MC5,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.