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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.