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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Gong,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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.