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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.