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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.