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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.