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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Index,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.