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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.