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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Franke,
June Days,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.