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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.