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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.