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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.