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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.