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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
The Wake,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Whodini,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.