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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.