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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.