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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
X-101,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.