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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
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The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Motions,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.