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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.