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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.