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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.