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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Khruangbin 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.