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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.