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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.