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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.