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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.