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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
UT,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.