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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.