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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.