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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Can,
a-ha,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.