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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.