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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.