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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.