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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.