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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.