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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
PIL,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.