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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.