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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.