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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.