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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.