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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Smog,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.