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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.