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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.