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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Fear,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
DNA,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.