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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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 Fuzztones,
Swans,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Monks,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.