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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Jandek,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.