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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.