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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.