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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.