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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.