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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.