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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.