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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.