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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.