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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Slave,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.