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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.