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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.