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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.