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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.