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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.