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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.