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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.