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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fall,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.