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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.