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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.