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 Japan and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.