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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.