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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.