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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.