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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.