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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
DNA,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.