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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.