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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Wire,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
CMW,
Cluster,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.