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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
X-102,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.