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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.