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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.