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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.