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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Monks,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.