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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.