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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.