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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.