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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.