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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
10cc,
Jandek,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.