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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Motorama,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.