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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Wings,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Interpol,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.