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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.