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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.