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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.