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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.