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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.