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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.