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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.