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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.